I laugh ruefully. "How did I get so lucky to have you?"
"I don't think luck had anything to do with it. I'm pretty sure you were meant to be mine. The wires of the universe just got crossed along the way. But I'm here now, baby, and I'm gonna make up for everything."
Unable to help myself, I loop my arms around his neck and pull him down for another kiss that quickly turns heated as Sterling walks us back toward his bed.
"I want to touch you here." He whispers the words against my lips as he reaches up to cup my breasts. "To taste you here."
I try to capture his lips again, but he pulls away, making me whimper. I crave his touch; I long for it more than I've ever longed for anything. It honestly feels like I'll die if he doesn’t put his hands on my body.
"Can I take this off?" he asks, pulling at the material of my sweater.
I nod, unable to form words as desire unlike anything I've ever known crashes into me, nearly knocking me sideways.
He removes my shirt, and I quickly follow with my bra, too lust-drunk on him to remember to be nervous.
"God, you're beautiful." He presses a kiss to my collarbone before moving his mouth to the valley between my breasts. His warm lips blaze a trail, sucking and licking and nibbling, until he draws my right nipple into his mouth.
The combined suction and the heat of his mouth is almost too much for me to bear as he lavishes my breast with attention.
A whimper breaks free as he pulls away and moves to the other side. "Let's lay you down," he murmurs, positioning me just so against the mountain of pillows at the headboard before crawling up the bed, coming to rest between my thighs.
"I want to taste all of you," he says, his voice deeper than usual, as he trails his fingers, feather soft, down my abdomen to the waistband of my jeans.
Fear and excitement strum through me like an electric current, but still, I nod.
"Take your pants off," he says as he reaches around to pull his shirt over his head. My eyes are glued to the hard planes of his chest and the dips and valleys of his abs. The man’s a work of art, a god among men, and yet here he is making all of my dreams come true.
Piece by piece, he removes his clothing, until all that's left is a pair of skintight black boxers.
His arousal is evident through the thin material. I fist my hands at my sides as I fight the urge to reach out and touch him, to cup him through the fabric, to explore him as thoroughly as he did me.
I can barely process that he's hard and hot for me, yet the proof is staring me right in the face, quite literally.
He smirks when he sees me staring. "Are you gonna finish taking off those jeans or do you need a little help?"
Wordlessly, I lie back and lift my hips, allowing him to pull them down the rest of the way, taking my underwear with them.
"Fuck, baby," he groans at the sight of me laid bare before him. "You're sure this is okay?”
"I'm positive, Sterling."
He licks his lips as he lowers himself back between my thighs, kissing his way down my stomach. A sudden bout of shyness has my hips shifting as I try to clamp my thighs shut.
Sterling pauses, but at my urging continues, sliding his hands under my ass while pressing his thumbs into my thighs. Using his newfound leverage, he pushes my legs wider, making room for his shoulders before lowering his mouth to my tender, needy flesh.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I nearly scream from the toe-curling sensation. "You like that?" he murmurs, cocky as hell.
I try to respond, but words are beyond me; all I can do is moan and nod.
"Yeah, you fucking love it." He dives back in, licking me from bottom to top, like I'm the best and last meal he will ever eat.
In a matter of minutes, I'm screaming my pleasure as I come violently against his face. "Oh my God," I murmur when I come down from my oxytocin high. "I never knew it could feel like that."
Sterling grins, popping up to his knees. "Just wait, baby, we aren't anywhere close to done.”
My eyes dart down to his still hard dick. "Can I touch you, too?"
He flops onto his back beside me. "You can touch me anytime you want."